Tag: hope
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The Justice of the Mourning Doves
“The x-rays showed a huge mass and the biopsy confirmed lung cancer,” Erma said.“Heidi, I am not doing anything about it. I know where I am going.” She said it as a matter-of-fact. I knew it, too. It became apparent as we sat at the small, round table by the window in the foyer of…
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The Door
There is a door – cracked open a bit It seems Heaven is peeking throughA Silence beckons to enter it Behind, Heaven’s Hope rings true. The door asks for all to make a choice To walk through or not enter in Draws the heart of man with an unheard voice To cross over – leave a life of sin. But…
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(Literal) Reflections from a Basement Desk
Recently, my thoughts and I moved to the basement. For months, we had crept across the dinging room table, unintentionally and slowly swallowing up more and more space with papers and books. I reluctantly agreed with my husband. He thought it might be good to make room so the family could sit and eat, not…
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At the End of the Day
What do I own at the end of the day, When the sun goes down on my old, pale frame? What do I own in this world so vast? My house? My car? The wealth I amassed? What do I own when I sit on my bed, When visits are few and my vigor has…
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Luring us In
I cheated. I admit. My smart-phone was a big help in luring them in. A quick internet search and after a few clicks, my phone was singing and calling the field sparrows I was hearing. After only a few minutes they were dancing on the path, wondering how this strange creature was speaking their language.…
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The Unseen Hand
An Unseen Hand has formed this place – From nothing made all that is seen. The Hand which spans all time and space With gentle care formed you and me. This Hand has weighed the mountains grand. Deep in its hollow measured seas. It counted dust and grains of sand, Set boundaries for all living…
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Like a Wall
She was holding on to my hand as she walked across the stone wall. She talked away and skipped along knowing she was safe, there on top of the wall, which ran along the path. Suddenly she stopped. Her eyes became fear-filled and her whole body tense. Her grip tightened on my hand. “Mom, I…
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Give me a Song
Lord, show me how to praise Your name In all my days and nights the same. In all my doubts and questions why. Help me to lift Your name on high. Lord, when my heart with heavy load Prevents me hands to heaven hold. Here show me how to sing your songs, Reveal to whom…
Heidi Viars 